Michael wrote:And HerrSchreck, come on. Low-budget or not, this is undeniably a masterpiece.
"Masterpiece" for some can be a very impersonal term (an objective belief that a film achieves an almost holy level of rare technical perfection, that all can agree upon), or a very personal term for others (subjective belief about the atomic level of emotional impact). The first would be Potemkin for most people-- I rarely hear emotional testimony about the flick (excepting the Odessa Staircase, of course).. it's all about the technique. The latter would be something like Casablanca... which in it's technique resembles a thousand other melodramas.
I'm definitely not consistent enough to say I subscribe to some special theory. But I just don't get superexcited about the technique in Breathless, and I'm not hugely impacted by it on the emotional plane either. It's a fun, cool ride with a sort of do-it-yourself feel to it.
I think I enjoy this film more than the rest of JLG because he seems more interested in his narrative than in what he can do with the narrative/convention.. and what other people who make films, and those who comment on films for a living, will think about what he did with the narrative/convention.
He reminds me in this film a bit of someone whose films I really enjoy, who most people think I'm nuts for getting so heavily into: Dwain Esper, the exploiteer from the 30's (and later). Esper was another guy who had no past in making films, and bought a studio/filmmaking equipment on a financial default and suddenly had the ability to make features (granted, they were z films that toured in the salacious rears of carny's, cruddo theaters, etc). This resulted in some incredibly strange features with some, er, rather unique obsessions. Most people can't stand the first five minutes of them or follow them at all, they're so disjointed and unprofessional. I love them to death. Maniac/Narcotic, and Marihuana-- the Weed With Roots In Hell are some of the most watched discs in my collection.
Breathless, though nowhere near as formally inept, reminds me of some of those films by Esper-- a guy with little to no formal experience making films brings a dazzling freshness to the medium. And it works well (for me, I mean-- especially viz Esper). But as for masterpiece, neither the technique or the emotional impact (or level of engagement) registers profoundly enough to call it a masterpiece. I find it fresh, a lot of fun, and pretty damned cool. It's when the refreshing newcomer departs from this exciting entre, and suddenly leaps to the JLG that JLG became, that I exit from the back door. There's just not enough chops for me to-- and this is all very personal, mind you-- take the dialog with a straight face.